Chapter Two
Elizabeth whirled about in a great hurry, she was now eighteen years of age, and she had a feeling today would be the day that she became engaged.
"Hurry Sarah, my hair must be perfect for today, or I will just die!" She exclaimed in a dramatic tone.
The young Negroid maid removed the curling rags from her Mistresses hair as fast as she could.
"My name is Savannah." She said quietly, thinking of the deceased mother she had been named for.
"Sarah. Savannah. Frankly, I don't care. What I care about is my appearance on this day. And if it isn't perfect I will make sure you are dismissed and never find work in Port Royal again." The hard-hearted women replied.
"Yes Ma'm." Savannah answered demurely, reminding herself that this was at least better than the life of slavery her father had faced before his demise.
Elizabeth's own father, Governor Swann, entered the room, gasping in delight at his daughter's appearance.
"Why Elizabeth, that new dress looks simply stunning on you. Captain, or should I say Commodore Norrington, will be rendered speechless when he sees you."
"Thank you father, but are you sure this is the way corsets are to be worn? I can barely breath. Although, it is worth it, to look this way." She answered, admiring her reflection n the mirror.
"I'm certain. Now, young Will waits downstairs with the Commodores sword. I must receive him."
Elizabeth pulled a face at the mention of Will.
"Should you even let him in the house? He's so. common! He's working for the blacksmiths, he'll dirty the carpets."
Her father simply sighed and left the room to welcome his guest. Elizabeth turned to admire her reflection once more, then reached into a dusty drawer and withdrew a gleaming medallion. Thinking it would match the dress, she placed it around her white neck, then remembered where she had got it from and hid it beneath her bodice once more, afraid Will would recognize the gold she had stolen from him.
~~~
Will Turner had grown to become a handsome young man of eighteen, his skin tanned and his body fit from long hours working at the Blacksmiths. He was eternally grateful to those who had rescued him from an early death, to the point where he would sacrifice himself for them. Particularly the beautiful Miss. Swann. One part of his amazing rescue was hidden from him however, at first because they felt it would sadden him and later because it simply seemed easier to leave it out. That was the existence of his true rescuer, the child with the emerald eyes.
"William? You have the sword then?" Governor Swann called as he entered the tastefully decorated sitting room.
"Yes Governor, it is, if I might say, of the highest quality." He stated, presenting the sword. "The handle is embossed with the finest gold, and the strength of the steel is very great. May I?"
Will removed the sword from the Governors grasp and did an impressive trick with it.
"Balanced perfectly." Will said, returning the sword.
"Excellent. Give your master my compliments."
Will's smile faltered a little at this, but he quickly regained his composure.
"Ah, Elizabeth. Here you are at last." Governor Swann said, turning to watch his daughter walk down the stairs.
"Miss. Swann, you look a picture." Will said, smiling at the sight of his heroine.
"Thank you William. You look very.clean."
William smiled at this strange comment and said goodbye to them as they left for the Commodore Norrington's induction ceremony. The only reply he got, however, was the Governors.
~~~
A strange figure stands on the top of a mast of a somewhat damaged boat, staring proudly towards his destination. Port Royal. This scandalous pirate is none other than Captain Jack Sparrow, and he jumps down from his perch to scoop water from his sinking boat. After a failed attempt he sees three hanging pirates, with a warning to others of his kind. In a dramatic gesture he sweeps his tri-cornered hat from his head and pays homage to his fallen comrades. His hair is not visible, it's bound back with a red bandanna, and his eyes are fiery, outlined in black kohl. High cheekbones and pouting lips make the clean-shaven, slender figure seem rather feminine, although his size is uncertain due to his oversized dirty white shirt and black pants. He jumps back onto the mast and continues to sail towards the docks, now a comical character, as his boat sinks until he can simply step onto the pier from the top of his mast.
He saunters past the harbormaster until a sharp voice calls out to him.
"You, hey you! It's a shilling to tie your boat up here!" The harbormaster informs him.
He looks in disbelief at his boat, only the top of the mast visible above water. With a somewhat humorous flourish he turns around to pay the harbormaster.
"What ya say to three shillings, and we forget the name?" Jack asks, grinning wickedly.
"Welcome to Port Royal Mr. Smith!" the elder man replies, accepting the three silver shillings.
Jack swaggers off, his style of walking dramatic and feminine. He spots the harbormasters coin pouch and quickly pockets it, smiling with a flash of white teeth again.
Captain Jack Sparrow made his way to the Royal Navy docks, his eyes on a ship that may help him on his mission to return to his own beloved ship. The Black Pearl. Striding right up to his goal he encounters two navy members.
"Civilians cannot go this way." He is firmly told by the brunette guard.
"If I see any, I'll be sure to let em know." He replied, moving as to make past the guards again.
They quickly block his path.
"I hear there's a big to-do on up at the manor, tell me why is it that two fine gentlemen such as yerselves did not merit an invitation?" Jack questioned, moving his hands theatrically as he always did.
"Well. someone had to guard the ship." The blonde guard replied uncertainly.
"If ye'll pardon me, that ship over there," Jack said, motioning towards an impressive ship at sea, "makes this one ere seem superfluous really."
"Ah, The Dauntless is the power in these waters to be sure, but they're none that can match the Interceptor for speed." The dark-haired guard informed him.
"I've heard of one. The Black Pearl. She's very fast, nigh un-catch able." Jack told them with another cheeky grin.
'Well, no real ship can match the Interceptor for speed." The guard asserted.
"The Black Pearl is a real ship. I've seen her." His comrade argued.
'Oh, you've seen a ship with black sails, crewed by dammed men and captained by a man so evil that hell itself spat him back out?" The other guard asked mockingly.
Jack quietly slipped off onto the Interceptor as they argued, running his hands over the wood of the ships wheel. It had been a long time since he'd had a ship under his control.
"Hey, you! Get away from there!" The guard yelled as they finally noticed his disappearance.
"Sorry, it's just such a pretty boat - ship." He said with another dazzling smile.
"Who are you?" asked the blonde guard.
"I'm Smith. Smithy, if ya like." He replied with another cocky grin, his white teeth flashing against his tanned skin and red lips.
"And what is your business in Port Royal, and no lies now?" the navy man questioned, becoming aware that something was not right.
"Well, if you must know, it is my intention to commandeer this ship, pick up a crew in Tortuga, then sail the Caribbean raiding, pillaging, plundering and otherwise pilfering my weasly black guts out." Jack stated a- matter-of-factly.
"I said no lies!"
"I don't think he is lying."
Jack rolled his eyes as the guards started again.
"Well if that was what he really was going to do he woulda lied to us!"
"Unless, of course, he thought that you wouldn't believe the truth even if he told it to you." Jack intercepted with a knowing smile.
Elizabeth whirled about in a great hurry, she was now eighteen years of age, and she had a feeling today would be the day that she became engaged.
"Hurry Sarah, my hair must be perfect for today, or I will just die!" She exclaimed in a dramatic tone.
The young Negroid maid removed the curling rags from her Mistresses hair as fast as she could.
"My name is Savannah." She said quietly, thinking of the deceased mother she had been named for.
"Sarah. Savannah. Frankly, I don't care. What I care about is my appearance on this day. And if it isn't perfect I will make sure you are dismissed and never find work in Port Royal again." The hard-hearted women replied.
"Yes Ma'm." Savannah answered demurely, reminding herself that this was at least better than the life of slavery her father had faced before his demise.
Elizabeth's own father, Governor Swann, entered the room, gasping in delight at his daughter's appearance.
"Why Elizabeth, that new dress looks simply stunning on you. Captain, or should I say Commodore Norrington, will be rendered speechless when he sees you."
"Thank you father, but are you sure this is the way corsets are to be worn? I can barely breath. Although, it is worth it, to look this way." She answered, admiring her reflection n the mirror.
"I'm certain. Now, young Will waits downstairs with the Commodores sword. I must receive him."
Elizabeth pulled a face at the mention of Will.
"Should you even let him in the house? He's so. common! He's working for the blacksmiths, he'll dirty the carpets."
Her father simply sighed and left the room to welcome his guest. Elizabeth turned to admire her reflection once more, then reached into a dusty drawer and withdrew a gleaming medallion. Thinking it would match the dress, she placed it around her white neck, then remembered where she had got it from and hid it beneath her bodice once more, afraid Will would recognize the gold she had stolen from him.
~~~
Will Turner had grown to become a handsome young man of eighteen, his skin tanned and his body fit from long hours working at the Blacksmiths. He was eternally grateful to those who had rescued him from an early death, to the point where he would sacrifice himself for them. Particularly the beautiful Miss. Swann. One part of his amazing rescue was hidden from him however, at first because they felt it would sadden him and later because it simply seemed easier to leave it out. That was the existence of his true rescuer, the child with the emerald eyes.
"William? You have the sword then?" Governor Swann called as he entered the tastefully decorated sitting room.
"Yes Governor, it is, if I might say, of the highest quality." He stated, presenting the sword. "The handle is embossed with the finest gold, and the strength of the steel is very great. May I?"
Will removed the sword from the Governors grasp and did an impressive trick with it.
"Balanced perfectly." Will said, returning the sword.
"Excellent. Give your master my compliments."
Will's smile faltered a little at this, but he quickly regained his composure.
"Ah, Elizabeth. Here you are at last." Governor Swann said, turning to watch his daughter walk down the stairs.
"Miss. Swann, you look a picture." Will said, smiling at the sight of his heroine.
"Thank you William. You look very.clean."
William smiled at this strange comment and said goodbye to them as they left for the Commodore Norrington's induction ceremony. The only reply he got, however, was the Governors.
~~~
A strange figure stands on the top of a mast of a somewhat damaged boat, staring proudly towards his destination. Port Royal. This scandalous pirate is none other than Captain Jack Sparrow, and he jumps down from his perch to scoop water from his sinking boat. After a failed attempt he sees three hanging pirates, with a warning to others of his kind. In a dramatic gesture he sweeps his tri-cornered hat from his head and pays homage to his fallen comrades. His hair is not visible, it's bound back with a red bandanna, and his eyes are fiery, outlined in black kohl. High cheekbones and pouting lips make the clean-shaven, slender figure seem rather feminine, although his size is uncertain due to his oversized dirty white shirt and black pants. He jumps back onto the mast and continues to sail towards the docks, now a comical character, as his boat sinks until he can simply step onto the pier from the top of his mast.
He saunters past the harbormaster until a sharp voice calls out to him.
"You, hey you! It's a shilling to tie your boat up here!" The harbormaster informs him.
He looks in disbelief at his boat, only the top of the mast visible above water. With a somewhat humorous flourish he turns around to pay the harbormaster.
"What ya say to three shillings, and we forget the name?" Jack asks, grinning wickedly.
"Welcome to Port Royal Mr. Smith!" the elder man replies, accepting the three silver shillings.
Jack swaggers off, his style of walking dramatic and feminine. He spots the harbormasters coin pouch and quickly pockets it, smiling with a flash of white teeth again.
Captain Jack Sparrow made his way to the Royal Navy docks, his eyes on a ship that may help him on his mission to return to his own beloved ship. The Black Pearl. Striding right up to his goal he encounters two navy members.
"Civilians cannot go this way." He is firmly told by the brunette guard.
"If I see any, I'll be sure to let em know." He replied, moving as to make past the guards again.
They quickly block his path.
"I hear there's a big to-do on up at the manor, tell me why is it that two fine gentlemen such as yerselves did not merit an invitation?" Jack questioned, moving his hands theatrically as he always did.
"Well. someone had to guard the ship." The blonde guard replied uncertainly.
"If ye'll pardon me, that ship over there," Jack said, motioning towards an impressive ship at sea, "makes this one ere seem superfluous really."
"Ah, The Dauntless is the power in these waters to be sure, but they're none that can match the Interceptor for speed." The dark-haired guard informed him.
"I've heard of one. The Black Pearl. She's very fast, nigh un-catch able." Jack told them with another cheeky grin.
'Well, no real ship can match the Interceptor for speed." The guard asserted.
"The Black Pearl is a real ship. I've seen her." His comrade argued.
'Oh, you've seen a ship with black sails, crewed by dammed men and captained by a man so evil that hell itself spat him back out?" The other guard asked mockingly.
Jack quietly slipped off onto the Interceptor as they argued, running his hands over the wood of the ships wheel. It had been a long time since he'd had a ship under his control.
"Hey, you! Get away from there!" The guard yelled as they finally noticed his disappearance.
"Sorry, it's just such a pretty boat - ship." He said with another dazzling smile.
"Who are you?" asked the blonde guard.
"I'm Smith. Smithy, if ya like." He replied with another cocky grin, his white teeth flashing against his tanned skin and red lips.
"And what is your business in Port Royal, and no lies now?" the navy man questioned, becoming aware that something was not right.
"Well, if you must know, it is my intention to commandeer this ship, pick up a crew in Tortuga, then sail the Caribbean raiding, pillaging, plundering and otherwise pilfering my weasly black guts out." Jack stated a- matter-of-factly.
"I said no lies!"
"I don't think he is lying."
Jack rolled his eyes as the guards started again.
"Well if that was what he really was going to do he woulda lied to us!"
"Unless, of course, he thought that you wouldn't believe the truth even if he told it to you." Jack intercepted with a knowing smile.